My brain, like many of yours, works to find ways to self-protect. For me, this looks like undermining the pain, trying to muscle through it, or ‘faking it ‘til I make it’. This is mostly good until you’re 23 and realize that this learned reflex has pushed God down the list of priority. I’d rather be the one in control but still sit in my hidden pile of shame than be honest with the ugly and ask God to handle it instead.
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We sat across the table at our favorite Mexican restaurant in small-town Anderson, SC, shoveling chips and cheese dip at our faces like it was our last meal. I remember this afternoon well, because I remember it being the first scorching hot day we’d had since last summer. I laughed that morning throwing on […]
Month 3 into 2019, still feeling like we welcomed the new year like, last week. This always happens, doesn’t it? Sitting on my bed this afternoon, the sun is finally out, and the light hits the carpet in our bedroom with thin shadows from the window blinds. Around 3 o’clock is when our room […]
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